Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

"That's the last time I'd like to use it," he said, almost pleadingly. "You know I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to. Now take off the robe. I want to see your tits."

She found herself methodically undoing the belt to the robe and dropping the light covering material onto the floor at her feet.

"Shhhhit," he feasted his eyes on the blonde's young curvy body. Her breasts jutted out like twin white mountain peaks, and trembled as the cool cellar air wafted across the sensitively stiffening nipples. Becky's enticing body seemed to draw the Swede magnetically toward her, as though some powerful animalistic force held sway between the two of them. "I can't do anything to you," he was saying, "Fritz told me to lay off… But I just gotta see how it feels… to touch…"

"No… I'll scream! Help! Help meee!" she tried to pull away from his hands that reached out to her round full breasts.

"You aren't supposed to do that," another male voice came from the opened cellar door.

Becky sighed in relief, as the startled Swede looked away from her. "Hans… what the hell are you doing here?"

The gardener closed the door behind him. "She was yelling so loud it was lucky that Fritz didn't hear her."

"Look, Hans," Olaf said. "Isn't she just about the most beautiful thing you ever saw? When's the last time you laid your hands on anything like this?"

The gardener gazed silently at the naked young blonde, and said, "Probably, never, Olaf, not that I can remember."

Olaf removed a small vial from his back pocket. "This stuff should do it. One taste and she'll be crawling all over us," he said.

"What is it?" the gardener looked at the hotel clerk suspiciously.

"Something Schneider cooked up in his devil's workshop. It's like Spanish Fly… turns young girls into nymphomaniacs!"

"Fritz won't like it." Hans couldn't remove his eyes from Becky, who stood motionless beside the hotel clerk.

She began to turn away from the two men when Olaf seized her arm and pulled her back to him. "He doesn't have to know about it."

"No! Let me gooo, pleeease!"

"Hold her… Hans, get behind and keep her still," Olaf said in a commanding voice. The licentious picture of her lush young body, nakedly exposed to both of them, was enough to send the gardener's cock into pounding erection against his pants. He shuffled up behind Becky and grabbed her arms just below the shoulders.

"That's right…" the Swede grinned lewdly. "Now open your mouth honey – Olaf's got some nice tasting medicine."

"No… I can't… help! Please, let me go. Hans, don't you understand you can't…"

The gardener tightened his grip, sending a razor-sharp pain shooting through her violently quavering flesh. "I said open that pretty mouth wide!"

Becky swung her head away, but the Swede held her chin and pulled her jaw painfully open.

"Aaaaaahhhgg," she moaned as he tilted the vial of clear liquid and poured its contents down her throat. She coughed, but it was useless. Olaf held her mouth shut, tilting back her head so she unwillingly swallowed the sweet tasting substance.

"Just hold her that way for a while," Olaf stood back and stared with deep appreciation at the proud young bride who would be pleading for his cock in just a few short minutes.

Olaf and Hans guided her to the bed and eased her gently down onto her back. Now they stood staring down at her lust-inciting nakedness, watching for some sign that the drug had taken effect.

"You notice anything… how do you feel?" Olaf said.

"I – I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered, painfully aware of the defenseless position they'd forced her into.

"What if Schneider shows up?" the gardener turned anxiously to the Swede.

"You know what Fritz has been up to while we've been doing the dirty work for him?" the heavy-set man laughed.

"What?"

"Jesus Christ, he's been fucking her," Olaf said.

"Scheist," Hans swore in German.

"Why don't you go on and do it to her," Olaf said to the gardener. "It might just warm her up."

"There's nothing I'd like better." The lean older man studied the young blonde's provocatively curvaceous form spread out before him on the wide mattress. He sat down on the side of the bed, letting his eyes play over the lushly swelling mounds of her breasts on down to her blonde pussy hair nestled between her thighs. He ran one finger greedily, along Becky's delicately shaped ankle, and she drew up her leg.

"Don't move… leave it there," the Swede commanded, and reached for his belt.

The young bride flinched automatically, then lay still.

The gardener struggled to loosen his clothing without removing his eyes from her blonde cuntal "vee" that seemed to beckon him to throw all caution to the wind. His pants and underwear fell in a disorderly heap to the stone floor, and he stepped out of them gingerly. Hans was a man in his early fifties, but the gardening work had made his body as lean and fit as an athletic man of thirty. He pulled off his stained work shirt and stood before the young blonde completely naked, his long thick cock jutting like a flag pole straight out from his hairy groin.

"No, no, please, no," Becky groaned as Hans dropped down on the bed beside her.

"Make it quick," Olaf said impatiently, "we ain't got all night."

The gardener's rough callused hands circled around Becky's narrow girlish waist as he pivoted himself up between her widespread thighs. Becky scissored out her long shapely legs, trying to throw him off, but the effort was useless. He gripped her flaring hips until he'd wedged himself up to an obscene sitting position on her stomach, his throbbing cock dangling just below her breasts and the velvety softness of his balls nestling on her belly.

Becky twisted her head to the side, thinking that he was going to plunge his erect penis into her mouth as she'd seen Jack doing to Christina. "Oh God… please stop, don't do it," she moaned, her glance reluctantly falling on the gardener's cock, extending its lust-hardened head just below her melon-large breasts.

"I never fucked a woman between the titties before," a hungry expression flickered over his face.

Becky closed her eyes in terror as a tiny drop of male lubricant seeped like a small seed-pearl from the small hole at the end of his bloated glans. She felt him readjust his weight on her belly, shifting his firm buttocks closer to her nakedly heaving breasts. He wasn't going to put it in her mouth… God… she thought, it was going to be something even more obscene and depraved!

The gardener placed his hands on the incredible softness of her breasts and drew them close together with his palms, at the same time thrusting his burgeoning shaft into the deep valley between their tantalizing fullness. He cupped his hands harder around the sensual mounds and pushed them even closer together until only his blunt cock-head appeared at the top.

"Oooooohhh," the helpless young bride gasped as she watched his massively pulsating penis slithering up and down between her breasts, the rubbery glans at the end straining almost to her chin!

"Oooooohh, God, no, oooohhh," she could feel his hot stalk of male flesh pulsing licentiously against her sensitive flesh and an uncontrolled responsive tingle shot through the trembling mounds.

"That's it, Hans, get her good and hot," she heard Olaf's voice from somewhere in the half-darkness.

The gardener's hands massaged the large succulent orbs of her breasts, tweaking the erect little nipples into diamond-chipped hardness. He squeezed the stiffening buds between his thumb and forefingers, and a warm throbbing sensation raced through her quivering belly down into her loins.

"Oh no… not… thiis," she protested, beginning to strain against a new unwanted arousal surging through her helpless young body.